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Someone may have done this already.

But.

What if after the pit, Jay loses his memory. Freaks out for a bit, and somehow ends up back in Gotham. Gets a job at WE, and Bruce has a nuclear melt down when he walks past him in the copier room.

Jason: *Runs out of the room and down the hallway* I WAS JUST DOING SOME SCANNING

Bruce: *Chasing him*

Random employee: Is that legal?

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I think Tim often listens to stories about Dick and Jason's time as Robin and feels so much envy.

When he was Robin, there was no hiding under Batmans cloak or saying crappy puns or laughing with him. There was just work and being alone.

Tim spent most of his Robin career either holding Batman together or doing things alone.

And then Jason came back, and Batman spent more time trying to unmask him, more effort into defeating him, then he had ever shown Tim.

It was only through so much time that Batman finally started seeing Tim not as his sons replacement, but as his Robin.

But still, Tim had the shittiest Robin run because he never truly got to be Robin.

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TwiYor - Precious Moments

Pair Piano · 방탄소년단 (BTS) - Euphoria (유포리아) Piano Cover 피아노 커버

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Twilight was flipping through a newspaper when his wife almost died. His eyes were scanning each page, reading about the current political affairs in Ostania.

"War talk, war talk, oh, wouldn't you know, more war talk," he let himself laugh. He was never much a fan of the political columns, but it was all for the sake of keeping up his facade, as well as gathering information. The news provided an interesting lens in that it was biased, giving him a look into the world through the opposition's eyes.

"Is there going to be a war, papa?" Anya asked, turning away from her cartoon.

"No, sweetie," he said, not even looking up.

"Then why does the news always talk about it?".

"Aren't you a bit too young to watch the news?".

"Becky says she watches it, and that makes her a big girl," Anya huffed.

"Watching the news doesn't make you a big girl, just like watching cartoons doesn't make you a baby," he said, finally putting down his newspaper. He knew what Becky had sometimes called her, despite the two still remaining very good friends.

He glanced over at the clock.

8:30? Shouldn't Yor be home by now?

As if on cue, Anya asked, "When is Mama coming home?".

Loid sighed. "I'm not sure, I guess I'll just have to put you to bed".

He stood up, walking over to pick up his daughter. She wriggled in his grasp.

"Wait, wait, I still have to finish the episode!".

"I'll tape it for you. It's way past your bedtime, young Lady," Loid said.

Anya groaned as she slumped over in his grasp, giving up. He carried her over to her room, opening the door with his foot. He set her down in bed, as she started to snore.

He smiled at her as she fell asleep.

He draped the blanket over her before heading out, silently cursing at himself.

You're not supposed so get attached, Twilight.

He sat down back on the couch, flipping to the news channel.

"-'ve got Jeremy Jackson on the scene".

"Yeah, Katie, another massacre has been reported at around 7 PM this evening. These killings have become more and more frequent with the upcoming election. Police suspect that these murders have been carried out via a skilled assassin. Some even theorize this involves the legendary assassin operation, Garden."

Loid flipped off the channel. He didn't have time for rumors and legends.

You're a legend yourself, Twilight, he reminded himself.

There was a knock at the door. Frantic and pounding.

"Coming, coming, ", he mumbled under his breath as he got off the couch. It took him a few seconds to undo the locks he'd installed when they first moved in. The person knocked again.

"I said I'm coming."

He yanked the door open, and stared into his wife's face.

"Yor, hey, we miss-".

She stumbled into the room, right into his arms, holding onto something on her stomach.

"-ed...you."

He noted her surprisingly pale, pallid face. She looked like she was about to collapse.

"Hey, Loid, ", she gave him a weak smile. He grabbed onto her shoulders, trying to steady her despite her protests.

"Are you...alright?" he asked. He wasn't really sure why, because she definitely wasn't.

"Yeah, ", she said, her voice airy. Her breaths were heavy, like she was fighting to stay conscious.

He guided her to the couch, trying to get her to lie down, but she still refused to remove her hand from her stomach.

"Yor, something's wrong."

"No, it's not, I'm fine," she said.

"Is your hand okay?".

"Yeah, it's fine," she said wryly.

"Let me see it."

He pulled her hand away from her body and almost dropped it in surprise.

It was covered in blood.

"Yor! You're bleeding."

Bleeding was an understatement. With her hand removed, he could see she had a long slash extending across her stomach. The cut wasn't, thankfully, deep enough to cause too much damage to her organs, but it was certainly big enough to kill her from blood loss.

"It's nothing. I've had worse, ", she said.

"What do you mean you've had worse?" Loid said, trying to keep himself from shouting, so as not to wake Anya. Yor stayed silent. "Yor?"

"Exactly what I said. I've had worse, ", she said. "I can fix it myself".

"No, you can't, here, j-just stay right there, ", he told her, surprised by the shakiness in his voice. He ran over to his room, silently cursing at himself for giving it so many locks. He had a few minutes or so, considering Yor's...less than typical body. He grabbed his first aid kit and quickly rushed back to Yor. She was trying in vain to stanch the wound.

"Loid?"

He looked over at her as he grabbed some bandages.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this."

He sighed.

"It's never a chore to deal with you, ", he said.

"I never said it wasn't, ", Yor said. "God, I'm so stupid."

"You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit, Yor, ", Loid said as he pulled a needle from the first aid kit. "I think I might have to stitch up the wound."

"Yeah, thought so, " she grunted as she twisted to lie down on her back. "You seem quite knowledgeable on this whole first aid thing."

"Well, we had to learn it at school, ", he said, the lie as smooth as any other words. He pulled out a bottle of iodine and a clean rag, dampening the rag with the liquid and dabbing it on the wound.

It only hit him then that he hadn't questioned why Yor had come back like this. He knew he shouldn't pry, but almost dying was certainly a motivator.

But he stayed silent as he stitched up her wound, trying to ignore her painful winces. When all was said and done, she pulled herself up and leaned into the couch, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, " she smiled at him.

"Anything for you, Yor."

He wasn't really sure what spirit possessed him that night, but he leaned closer to her. His breath hitched in his throat as she leaned closer to him. She was so close now, he could see the tiny freckles that littered her face. They were like stars, making them look like constellations littered on her cheeks.

He wondered why he hadn't noticed them before.

Yor's eyes were so pretty, like blood red rubies.

Her lips were so sweet, like biting into a peach and feeling the juice fill your mouth. Kissing her felt like coming up for air after diving into deep waters. He'd kissed a thousand women before, but never had it made his heart skip a beat, make his breath disappear.

Kissing her felt like love itself had fallen into them.

He pulled away from her as a smile graced those beautiful lips.

"I should probably go change out of this.," She gestured at her dress. "And it was my favorite, too."

Loid put a hand on her cheek, rubbing her face with his thumb.

"We'll get it fixed up, dear."

Dear? What the hell had gotten into him?

Yor smiled again as Loid helped her to her room. Her face was practically glowing.

"You'll sleep alright?" Loid asked. Yor nodded as she kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm glad I married you, Loid ," she said.

Guilt panged in his chest, but he ignored it.

"I'm glad I met you that day, " he smiled, allowing himself a chuckle. "Now, goodnight."

The guilt came back, washing over his body, drowning him.

You'll have to leave them one day, Twilight.

He sighed as he watched his wife close the door.

Maybe I will.

But that doesn't mean I can't cherish every moment with them.

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Hunger

The reason Jason always has enough food to feed his siblings is that he has food insecurity from being homeless.

I keep seeing those cutesy stories where he cooks for the Batkids, and the thought just hit me. He always has enough now because he didn't then.

He remembers dumpster diving for rotten food. He had been fighting the effects of chronic malnutrition until they dumped him in the Lazarus Pit. Jason Todd feeds everyone, because no one fed him.

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Bruce, just be happy he getting along with his stepchild

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Bruce confirmed to be that parent who pretends to forget things that happened when convenient for him

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“Bruce hates Valentine’s Day. And brunch, and outside, and smiling. [laughs] He’s weird.”

— selina kyle

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Newly crowned Crime Lord Red Hood stops in an alley. There’s a black cat there, lots of fur where he looks bigger than a normal cat. It’s eating a burger on the ground. It reminds Jason a little bit of himself. All alone, fending for itself.

Jason takes it back to his primary safe house with him. And it’s a cat, so he takes off the helmet and the domino around the fluffy animal. He chuckles to himself when he named the cat Batman.

And for two weeks, he had no idea that the cat was, in fact, Batman.

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The real reason no one in the Batfam takes a vacation:

Alfred: Took one vacation and came back to a traffic light vigilante child parkouring through Gotham.

Bruce: Took one vacation and came back to Discowing.

Dick: Took one vacation and came back to a new kid brother.

Jason: Due to the above, didn’t take an actual vacation pre-death. Finally took one and came back to everyone freaking out because “you didn’t tell us you were going somewhere” and “what if you had died again” and “what do you mean you got married” and decided it wasn’t worth it.

Tim: Believes he has been on vacation many times. Has not been on vacation because teen titan missions don’t count.

Cass: It was too boring and way too many people freaked out about the parkour and free climbing.

Steph: Has tried on multiple occasions to take a vacation but inevitably stumbles across something super sketchy that turns it into a working vacation and that doesn’t count.

Duke: Would go if someone else planned it and went. Can’t be bothered to go by himself because that just sounds boring.

Damian: Vacation would require him to voluntarily leave most of his animals.

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Surface of the sun in amazing quality

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I love the idea of Tim and Bruce being the two smartest people in batfam; So they occasionally say weird things that only they can understand.

Dick, panicked: OH MY GOD! I asked Kory out. What should I do now? What if she won't like me?

Bruce: Schrödinger's cat.

Dick:

Dick: ...what?

Tim: He's saying you won't findout unless you actually try it and go on a date with her.

Dick: Aww! That's so nice. Thanks, B.

Jason: Who's Schrödinger's cat?

...

Tim, with soaked shirt:

Duke: What happened?

Tim: The driving frequency corresponded to the resonance frequency of coffee, therefore the sloshing amplitude reached its maximum.

Duke: Say what again??

Bruce: He spilled his coffee.

Duke:

Duke: ...right.

Jason: Fucking weirdos.

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bungou stray dogs as dogs (from this post)

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Canon: Jason breaks into Wayne Manor when he feels like it

Sidenote: But do people bother to checkout the issue after seeing these posts? or even add it to their tbr list?

Batman Eternal #10

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Robin!Dick: I know you want to keep me safe, but the only way to do that is to wrap me in bubble wrap and hide me in the cave. Bruce: Believe me, I've thought about it.